Coffee with Sasquatch

 

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I kept getting advertisements on Facebook “buy coffee from The Sasquatch Coffee Company” and I kept thinking Oh geez another company trying to make a fast buck off my buddy Squatch. I finally started tooling through their website ( http://squatchcoffee.com/ ) and somehow landed on the “free sample”! I enrolled because heck it was free and figured nothing would happen!IMG_20141222_105408975_HDR

Bam, Sasquatch comes knocking on my door! Well, in the form of some good good coffee! Allow me to digress – 20 years ago, South Korea (pre Starbucks), and I had to send to the states for good coffee (Pete”s Coffee). So, I love love love good coffee! I opted for the Howl in the Night coffee “A dark french roast offering a caramelized taste accenting the pronounced earthy quality of Sumatran beans, complete with a deep deep complex body”. This coffee is so so so good! It has a taste that Sasquatch and I both enjoy – earthy, woody, with a long aftertaste that is so incredible.1419356753433

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I will have this coffee with me this next season of Squatching up in the Big Horn Mountains here in Lodge Grass, Montana – I know, I saw Sasquatch this last year near treeline up near Windy Point. Don’t try to 4wheel up because it is Crow Indian only! Reservation Sasquatch – and yes, he has been seen many times and I have listened to many stories involving the Big Horns and Sasquatch. Well, that is another story!$_57

Thank You for the great coffee – 

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Men in Black – what do you fear?

When I was four years old, two men in black suits came to our home in Concord, Ohio and tested me. My parents claim this never happened but I remember it clear as day. I remember they took me into a room and did a series of test – cards with forms and shapes on them and then they talked with my mother and left. How can I have such a clear memory of this event and yet be told it never happened. When I was five I wrote a letter to President Nixon asking him to help “my people” Indians in the west. His Secretary of the Interior, Walter J. Hickel wrote back and told me that he was working to help the native people. Sitting in a meeting with a medicine man and asked to relay my clans I state Hungarian and German and….later the medicine man takes me aside and says you have another Clan Northern Cree.6291

I can remember my nightmares as a child falling. Being on a large ship and then plummeting back to earth.

Abstract thoughts that play over in my mind – the why of each.

I started to title this post To Fear or Not to Fear because growing up I was always afraid. I remember building these scenarios in my mind to get to sleep at night because I knew someone was going to “get me”. Abduction played over and over in my young mind. Christian school for thirteen years did not help matters. They instilled the fear of Johnathan Edwards “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God”; your hair is touching your ear therefore you are going to hell legalism. I was whipped and rebelled, whipped more and began to escape into books and nature. I learned to ignore but the fear remained.

No one ever gave me options. I fumbled along through college and then through life directionless.

The one thing in life I have wanted to do – I have never done.

There is so much good I could do – yet I stand motionless – without ego – wondering, thinking, “IF”

Fear? It is amazing what one can live through!

It always goes back to 4th grade, Mrs Spurrier – Memorize Rudyard Kipling “IF” ! and then 7th grade Mrs Spurrier being hauled into the hallway and asked to rat on another student and not saying anything while she berated me and tried to trick me and say that “he said – she said” routine…I stood solid and never flinched and she finally smiled and told me I was okay – she hated rats! I took the whipping for David Smetters in fourth grade, took the whipping in fifth grade for Jimmy Venman, I can still feel the muscle memory of being whipped to this day. I think that is a good thing because it got me through my fear. Through one of the toughest times – “Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,” Lies ruined my life but set me free and they still circulate and I smile thankful.

I met a cashier at the local IGA who was being questioned by the FEDS. She was shaken up – dire fear – and asked for advice – no, I did not quote Rudyard Kipling – I simply told her to keep her mouth shut. Don’t talk to friends, relatives, e-mail, text, anything!

I think often of Edward Snowden who gave his life for our country and I wonder about his fear. I know the media is a mass manipulation of lies. Our politicians sold to the highest bidder.

Life is the energy you surround yourself with –

 

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

Thanks be to God who giveth to all men liberally –

This is dedicated to my old friend David Smetters – thanks for the brick in the wall!

Mojo barking at seemingly nothing – Skinwalker?

So, I have the  best black lab in the world! His name is Mojo and he is ancient and bonded to me. We are never apart. He is always happy and always ready to go! Some of the Crow people tease me because he is always sitting in my old truck.

Mojo the Sage
Mojo the Sage
always together
always together

Four different times now he has gone crazy angry chasing and barking at seemingly nothing? It started two weeks ago when he was barking and went after something in the house in the middle of the night. The next morning when we were way outback on the ranch he was looking at something and barking and barking as we came closer. Yesterday was the most abnormal barking, we were sitting in the front room about two in the afternoon basking in the warmth of a huge fire and Mojo just started barking at something in the doorway. He jumped up and went after it and I grabbed my ever-present shotgun and followed. Nothing – he went to the sliding glass door and barked. I looked and looked but nothing. I praised him and we went back into the living room all the while he had a low growl followed by an occasional bark. It was the oddest thing I have experienced.

I was reminded of Balaam’s donkey seeing the angel in the road in Numbers 22: 21-39. Moving to the ranch I have seen some odd abnormal unconventional things and sensed a “presence”. It is interesting that late at night an owl has taken roost across the river from the house and then last night in the pines a few feet from the house.

I do not know if Mojo sees something that I am unable to see – but my guess is that whatever he sees is not a benevolent angel as in Balaam’s case and I trust my dogs instinct. I remember years back when I first became aware of Skinwalkers and the neighbor (Navajo) told me get a cat they always sense the presence.

Just wonder if anyone has any thoughts on this?

Did I meet a Native American Angel Mystic?

Yes, I puzzled over the title – I am making meatloaf and a truck drives up. I think that is odd because the gate is closed. I throw my b7b9aeba1cf32955e9082f57e1a0571cMuck boots on and head outside. A Native American guy about mid 40’s long brown hair in a pony tail and a red ball cap gets out of his mid-90’s Chevy 4×4 (complete with bald tires so ya know he was from Lodge Grass). But, half way through our chat – his tone switched and he asked if he could tell me a story. Being me, I was enthralled.

He started off a bit disjointed and told me one day back in the early 90’s he was in Crow Agency (you know cause every one moves through there) and this guy gets out of the passenger side of a late model expensive ElDorado. The guy has long blonde hair and is tone, tan and looks angelic. He approaches and asks the native what tribe? Crow – from Lodge Grass – and then he listens to a diatribe about the coming end of the world. The blonde passenger is a hitchhiker headed to Lame Deer on the Cheyenne Rez for sweat lodge. He claims, he is a wealthy guy that has been chosen to spread the word of the apocalypse. He tells the native to buy ”  Phoenix  Rising by Mary Summer Rain. He claims to have been told by the author to spread the word among the native people. The native tells me that he believes a time is coming when all the computer plastic mechanical things will all cease in one day and then no matter who or how wealthy your are – it will not matter. He said his grandfather told him of a time coming when life will grow hard so learn as much as one can about the old ways and prepare.

So, I am standing in my driveway listening and the native guy comes back to himself after an hour long telling. I was enthralled! He smiles and says maybe he will come back this way again someday! and drove away.

Times like these are why I love living on the Crow Rez!

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“In a cabin set deep in a Colorado forest, flickering firelight softens the weathered face of an aged wise woman as she quietly reveals her dramatic visions of the future. Wishing to be called No-Eyes, the old one shares her extensive foresight with her inquisitive and often precocious student, Mary Summer Rain. The intense interactions of the companionable pair range from stern discipline to awe to playfulness. And their heartfelt relationship continues to captivate readers from all walks of life.
Phoenix Rising covers an autumn season in the early 1980’s when extensively detailed revelations were shared by the visionary. The subject matters cover earth changes, economic decline, the devaluation of real estate, Stock Market, nuclear meltdowns, civil unrest, new diseases, radiation leaks, problems within the Church, wars, laboratory leaks, government upheaval, natural disasters such as earthquakes, sinkholes, volcanoes, high winds, catastrophic floods, wide-spread droughts, and more.”

Angel, Mystic, all I know is he was definitely native – now why talk to me?

 

time rift under a blood red moon

11pm and I am out walking the ranch. I hear the horses splash through the river as they cross. No, I am not usually out this late walking. I stand and just listen. Faint at first – people talking and I catch a whiff of wood smoke. They are not speaking English something old – older than Crow – guttural, low but pleasing to the ear. A child cries and I hear the yip of a coyote and I know that the coyote is on my side of the rift and the native people camped by the river are on the other.blood-moon-full-red

Something tells me to turn and look to the Wolf Mountains and as I do I see the blood red moon rising silhouette black pine on blood red moon.

The rift vanishes as the moon rises and I am left with the faint smell of woodsmoke – my thoughts flow with the river water rushing onward – slowed for a moment’s glimpse past, present, future stained blood red.

Skinwalker Ranch and Satan’s Butte Coincidence?

English: Bigelow Aerospace President Robert Bi...
English: Bigelow Aerospace President Robert Bigelow
This just in from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous but is a well respected UFO Researcher!

 

“I just got through reading a book called “Hunt for the Skinwalker,” that is based on the para-normal case on Skinwalker Ranch (Sherman Ranch) from near Ft. Duchesne, Utah. It’s interesting in the similarities in both of the cases (Satan Butte & Skinwalker Ranch); and it’s also interesting that both cases were investigated by Robert Bigelow‘s Investigative Group from Las Vegas, NV. ?

Another interesting fact I determined is that the Satan Butte Case and the Utah Skinwalker Ranch Case lie on the same Longitude? 109.8546 and 109.8650 – Coincidence? Ley Line? 

 

 

 

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Tendrils Descend – with full size photos!

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So, what happened on that fateful night when my life changed with UFO’s and Skinwalkers?

It was around 9 pm, I walked outside to check on the horses which were in the corral about 50 yards from our house. Something was spooking them! I looked across the corral and saw a misty silverish cigar shaped object hovering four feet off the ground behind the corral. The sun was setting behind me and so I could see the horses were clearly distraught. I reached back inside for my pellet gun which I kept loaded inside the door to chase off studs (the horse variety not stray men).

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I looked across the corral again and all the horses were on the south side and the cigar shaped object was to the north east and hovering yet in a mist. I aimed and fired! I shot the cigar shaped object and distinctly heard a ping as the pellet hit the object. Bam just like that the object climbed and accelerated so fast that I almost did not see where it went! It shot across the yard toward the neighbors house about 100 yards away! The only way I saw where it went was through my peripheral vision and when I saw it again I took aim but it was gone around the side of their house.

Most people see flying saucers that look slightly cigar shaped and hover side to side but this was a cigar shaped object that can be pictured more like a Torpedo Cigar stood on end with the larger portion being higher in the air and the tip toward the ground. It put off an odd vapor or mist that made it hard to focus on, but it was silverish in color and distinct enough to shoot.

I went to the back of the house and looked west toward Satan‘s Butte and saw the ship that was dropping tendrils of light toward the ground. This time my wife witnessed the spectacle. We took many pictures and while the UFO was about 2 – 3 miles away it appeared perfectly in my viewfinder. My wife has excellent eyesight and while watching through our binoculars she spotted a second UFO and pointed it out. It was hovering higher than the other one and at a greater distance. Finally I was not going to be locked up in the looney bin! Two witnesses and multiple pictures all sent to Mufon and documented.

These photos are the original photos – please click to view them!

https://www.sightingsreport.com/sightings/88693

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Looking west – click to see full size!

What came next amazed even me! Skinwalkers roamed Greasewood, AZ!